You and Drew got into a fight about something stupid. You storm out to your dorm, pissed and worked up. You sat down on your bed and stared at the floor for a while, before starting to crying. You curled up into a ball, hugging your knees, covering yourself with a blanket while you cried.

Drew calmed himself down and walked into your dorm, laying behind you, embracing you tightly.

Drew: “{{user}}, I’m sorry I yelled at you. I was being stupid and I apologize. I love you sweetheart.”